Huh? Are they all real?

In the stands in the north of the Colosseum, although the competition has not yet started, spectators from all over Eastern Rome have already arrived early.

Because this is the biggest fight in history.

So not only did Roman dignitaries arrive early, but they also attracted many nobles from the rest of the Roman Empire.

In the stands, the dignitaries were discussing the biggest battle for a while.

At the same time, they also chatted with each other about their friendship.

Such a grand event is not just about enjoying the gladiatorial combat, it is also a good place to bond feelings and build relationships.

The connection between nobles and nobles, the feelings between men and women.

It is easiest to heat up at such a grand event.

However, while we were chatting, a nobleman glanced at the time and suddenly suggested:

"We still have an hour or two before it starts, so why not let's have some fun on our own first?"

The speaker was a local governor, not as powerful as the general beheaded by Morn, but not much different.

So his words attracted very high attention.

The Roman nobles on the viewing platform all nodded in agreement.

"Mr. Governor, do you have any good suggestions?"

Holding the eagle-horned wine glass, he looked at the two slaves behind him and said:

"We used to watch gladiator fights all the time, although I was also very interested in the biggest gladiatorial fight for a while."

"But don't you want to see how ordinary slaves fight?"

These two short sentences made the two senior slaves behind him lower their heads in horror.

They are luckier than most slaves, because they have their own uniqueness and can be relatively relaxed.

So they are also more emotional.

The Roman nobles suddenly began to look forward to it:

"Master Governor, you are right, we are all looking forward to this. So do you want your slave to go down?"

The governor looked at the other party strangely and smiled:

"What are you doing down there?"

"No amount of auxiliary means is as good as a close-up view, so, guards, give them weapons!"

Two daggers were immediately presented by the guards.

The two slaves were so frightened that they knelt on the ground.

They never thought that something like this would happen to them.

After all, they are valuable and useful.

I even always felt that I was different from the other slaves.

But in fact, in the eyes of Roman nobles, slaves will always be slaves.

No matter how valuable it is, it is just an item that can be used casually.

"Master, we don't know how to fight at all. You won't feel any fun if you let us fight!"

"Yes, Master, please spare us. We haven't learned to fight at all. You still need me. I know how to watch stars and I know music!"

Before they could continue speaking, the governor smashed the wine glass in his hand on the head of one of them:

"Shut up!"

The authority from the slave owner made the two slaves immediately fall to the ground in fear.

Even if his forehead was hit and bleeding, he didn't dare to pay attention.

The Governor's voice continued:

"It's just because you can't fight that I find it interesting."

"So, hurry up, the one who survives is qualified to continue serving me!"

One of the slaves wanted to say something more.

But immediately, he saw his wounded companion beside him suddenly roared and picked up the dagger in front of him and stabbed him.

Caught off guard, his throat was directly blocked by his sword.

He could only cover his leaky neck and look at his companion who suddenly struck in disbelief.

He thought they had a good relationship!

As his vision went dark, the slave with a short sword stuck in his neck fell to the ground.

There is no fear in the slaves who kill each other with their own hands, only excitement.

He lay on the ground, quickly crawled forward, hugged the governor's ankle and said:

"Master, I killed him, I killed him! I won, can I continue to serve you?"

The slave thought he would survive if he killed his companion in a surprise attack.

But in fact, he was greeted with cold looks from the powerful people around him.

They didn't think it was shameful to attack their companions, they just hated that the other party didn't let them see what they wanted to see.

What they wanted to see was two slaves who didn't know how to fight fight each other for their lives, but the winner couldn't be determined by just meeting each other.

The governor even kicked the opponent away and cursed:

"You lowly beast, I haven't even started yet!"

At this point, the slave realized the problem.

He hurriedly kowtowed to the powerful and begged for forgiveness.

But it was useless. No matter how much the slave begged, he could not get forgiveness from the powerful.

At the same time, the slaves beside the dignitaries vaguely guessed the answer and became frightened.

It's still a long time before the fight begins, and it's obviously not going to end here.

So, they will continue to be sent up?

Just as they guessed, a powerful man immediately said to the governor as if he was taking credit:

"Lord Governor, I want my slave to have a fight with yours, do you think so?"

The Governor certainly welcomes:

"Of course, who is it?"

The powerful man lowered his head and smiled, then turned back to point out his favorite slave, but what surprised him was.

Before he could point out who it was.

A slave stood up on his own:

"Master, let me do it."

The slave's independent decision made the powerful man unhappy. He wanted to scold the slave for not knowing etiquette, but the governor was very interested in this tall and strong man:

"Just him."

The powerful man's face immediately changed and he smiled:

"Very well, go ahead, Gannico. Give the Governor and your nobles a wonderful battle!"

The strong man stepped forward silently, and the guard on the side took out the short sword from his waist and handed it over.

After the strong man tried waving a few times, he took a deep breath and looked at the frightened slave.

He couldn't fight, but he fought many slaves because the slave owners who kept them liked it.

So he knows how to win.

It started with the Governor shouting with interest.

He roared and rushed forward.

The tall and strong body, the deafening roar, and the unstoppable charge frightened the opponent almost instantly.

With just a quick parry, he deflected the opponent's dagger, then grabbed the opponent's neck and put the dagger in his face.

This made the dignitaries burst out laughing and applauding.

Compared with the gladiators, his performance was not that good, but considering that he was an ordinary slave, they were very satisfied.

Looking at the other party's extremely frightened eyes.

The strong man hesitated for a moment with his raised sword.

But soon, he inserted it.

"sorry!"

The short sword engraved with ancient runes pierced the solid skull like cutting tofu.

The governor's two slaves all died.

But the governor felt in a good mood, and turned back to look at the other dignitaries and said:

"Anyone else want to continue?"

Everything was just as the slaves suspected, and the powerful would not stop there.

But it was precisely because of this that the strong man took the initiative to stand up.

Because he wanted more slaves to live.

In response to the Governor's voice, the dignitaries who had already felt the rise naturally nodded happily, but when it was time to decide on a new candidate.

Another slave took the initiative to stand up.

Not the person who was originally agreed upon.

But as the other party entered the stage, with just a glance, the strong man knew that the other party had the same idea.

The two slaves holding daggers roared and collided with each other to encourage themselves.

After a burst of chopping, the two daggers were knocked away one after another.

They could only throw themselves at each other and punch each other in the chest and other places.

It's not fatal, but it hits hard.

This is what the slaves came up with.

Delay as much time as possible and let as many people survive as possible.

Without any words, just a few glances at each other, they reached a tacit understanding.

This is also the tacit understanding that the slaves were forced out of in order to survive.

This fighting method, which was completely different from that of gladiators, immediately made the dignitaries cheer.

They like to watch lowly slaves fight like wild animals.

"Bite his ears and tear his mouth!"

"Bite him, bite him like a dog!"

However, as this fight continued, the powerful people discovered something strange.

Their cheers gradually cooled, and their eyes grew cold.

The strong man realized that he was dying. He was anxious in every possible way.

He knew it probably wouldn't work, but he had to try, otherwise too many innocent people would die.

But the slave beneath him nodded towards him.

The meaning is very clear, kill him!

The strong man froze again, but the other party took the initiative to press the strong man's arm down his neck.

And squeezed out a whisper:

"Okay, okay!"

He both gave way and begged to die.

After realizing this, the strong man's eyes instantly turned red. He wanted to let go of his companion and turn towards the governor.

But at the end, he turned his head slightly and pressed down hard.

All the dignitaries heard the heavenly sound of their necks breaking.

One slave died, and so did another.

The previous indifference of the powerful people disappeared instantly.

All that followed was applause of great satisfaction.

The Governor even beat the armrest of his seat vigorously.

The strong man gasped and stood up, looking at the governor and dignitaries with red eyes.

This made the guards step forward slightly and made the governor look a little amused.

However, after a moment, the strong man loosened his fists that he squeezed again and again, and knelt down on one knee towards the governor:

"My lord, I can still fight, but I beg you to give me a break. There are not many slaves here who know how to fight better than me!"

The strong man's answer made the governor a little disappointed.

But he did respond to the strong man:

"A glass of wine, you have to continue after I finish the glass of wine."

"Thank you, my lord."

When the governor drank the new wine in his hand, he took his time.

Another slave was chosen.

But the soldiers did not issue a sword to the slave. Instead, the governor sat on the throne and said:

"Pick up your sword and kill him!"

The strong man was stunned and said:

"But, my lord, he has no weapons. This is not fighting."

The governor smiled and said:

"I like."

The dignitaries also laughed and said:

"We like it too."

They had clearly seen what the slaves wanted to do, so they used the simplest and most suitable method to disrupt everything.

You have a sword, but he doesn't have a sword. If you do it again, we will kill you directly.

But if you kill him directly, then your tacit understanding will end.

The strong man lowered his head and stepped forward quickly.

As the slave dodged and bit, he sent him away with his sword as hard as he could.

If there was no way to resist, then the only way was to let the other party go without so much pain.

Looking at the almost desperate slave, the strong man trembled and opened his mouth and said:

"Sir, I ask to continue to rest."

The governor laughed and said:

"Why rest after killing a man who doesn't even have a sword?"

With the governor's signal, new slaves were sent up.

But this time, the other party got the sword.

Both sides looked at each other in despair.

For the cruelty and bloodthirstiness of the slave owners, their efforts were as fragile as a joke.

After a while, the fight that the dignitaries really expected began.

In these fights, the strong man didn't know how long it had been.

It seemed to be longer than several epochs, and it seemed to have only been a few minutes.

The blades in his hands were all rolled up.

There were already many corpses lying at his feet.

The laughter of the dignitaries filled his eardrums.

He felt that he could not continue, and he also wanted to let the other party kill him like that person and send him out of this hell.

Before exhaustion completely swallowed him, he staggered to stand up.

Fortunately, the gods and kings finally showed him some mercy.

In a daze, he heard the dignitaries say:

"It seems that we have to start early? The gladiators are coming!"

This sentence almost made the slaves cry with joy.

And the strong man also had a desire for life since then.

He didn't want to die, so he could only kill his companions one after another.

Now, he can finally live.

He was about to collapse, but he still tried his best to bow to the dignitaries.

From then on, he wanted to retreat.

But the voice of the governor sounded again, throwing him back from heaven to hell in an instant.

"I don't think I said we should stop here?"

The strong man looked at the governor as if he was falling into the abyss.

The other party was high above, bathed in the sun, and the governor should be glorious at this moment, but the strong man only felt that his eyes were full of cold smiles.

"My lord, but the fight is about to begin."

"Then continue! I have prepared an opponent specifically for you."

Amid the playfulness of the dignitaries, the strong man saw a slave girl with half of her face burned timidly walking out of the crowd.

"Elia!"

The strong man lost his voice instantly.

This is his sister, and even the half of her face that was burned was burned by her master for him.

The governor had already stood up, and he was going to greet Moen.

But when he passed by the strong man, the governor also said playfully:

"Only one of you and her can survive."

At this moment, the strong man wanted to swing his sword and chop off his head immediately, but when he turned around, he saw the guards with the same sneer.

They had been waiting for him for a long time!

Moreover, this is a great nobleman, and God knows how many life-saving things he has on him.

So the strong man immediately lowered his head:

"Yes, sir."

The strong man walked towards his own sister in despair.

The governor wanted to look back to see the result, but he finally walked to the front of the stage, looked at the tens of thousands of gladiators below and shouted:

"Where is my friend? By the way, is General Galli also with my friend?"

No one responded to him.

This made the governor feel something was wrong.

Just when he wanted to speak again.

He saw the gladiators make way.

Then, a miracle that made his and even the people in the entire stand twitch their eyelids appeared.

At this moment, many people couldn't help looking at the reliefs decorated everywhere in the stands.

Then they kept looking at the miracle below.

Exactly the same, or, compared to him, the masterpieces that the masters worked so hard on were distorted.

Augustus Julius, the founder of Rome!

Impossible, this must not be his.

How could a mortal come back alive after three eras? !

The power of Rome came from Augustus, and the glory of Rome came from Augustus.

No Roman noble dared to imagine how terrible it would be when Augustus stood next to a slave.

Moreover, through the rituals on the stands, they clearly saw whose head the other party was holding.

The highest authority in the south of the Eastern Roman Empire - General Galli!

He was a marshal who had almost always been a figurehead in Rome.

On ordinary days, his death would surely shock the entire Rome and the Old World.

But now, when his head was held in Augustus's hands, his death seemed so insignificant.

Some nobles had completely lost the calmness they had when they watched the slaves fight before.

They began to sweat on their foreheads and their hands and feet became weak.

The soldiers wanted to move forward, but their steps were rooted and they could not move at all.

The governor standing at the front, standing in front of Augustus, grabbed the Augustus ribbon on his chest and retreated again and again.

The ribbon was still the same ordinary ribbon, but he felt that the merit and glory that once made him extremely satisfied was now like a burning sun that he could not bear.

He hurriedly threw the ribbon away and asked sternly:

"Who are you?!"

The governor's voice stopped the strong man who was struggling to walk towards his sister. Through the gap in the railing, he saw Augustus.

He saw Augustus standing with the slaves.

The other party raised the general's head high.

Then he said loudly to the trembling Roma:

"You ask who I am?"

"Then I can only say."

"I am the one you fear the most!"

The general's head was thrown out.

The strong crossbow delivered to the slaves was shot directly from the back of the gladiator.

The countless gladiators beside Augustus also roared and rushed to the stands.

The powerful rune crossbow directly smashed the table.

Countless debris flew into the mist, and the powerful and noble were dead.

Looking at the roaring gladiators, the soldiers below were still trying to resist.

But soon, they found that they were no match for these gladiators.

In front of these gladiators who have been fighting for years, they are as vulnerable as they are facing the rebellious slaves they once slaughtered.

So, after a short battle, the soldiers were completely defeated.

Their defeat basically means the fall of the stands.

As the stands fell, the armies in other directions that were still trying to fight against the gladiators fled outward.

The crossbows are still bombarding the high platform.

This is a special weapon made by Rome, with great power, and it is most suitable for breaking through various strong places with protective barriers.

In the past, the dignitaries of Rome also liked to use these crossbows to smash the slaves who disobeyed them.

And now, it's their turn.

The governor who fled backwards was also hit by the crossbow.

But he didn't die.

As the strong man worried, he had a lot of life-saving things on him.

General Galli also had it, that is, his sword, but his sword hand had been cut off by Quintus first.

The governor's was self-fired, so the governor didn't die.

He just slid down from the stands into the Colosseum in a very embarrassed manner, following the broken buildings.

In the huge smoke and dust, he only saw countless gladiators rushing up the landslide.

He wanted to call his guards and guardians.

But he didn't even have time to open his mouth, and was pushed down from behind.

His cheek was pressed against the ruins by a huge force, and his body was easily cut by the edges of the ruins because of the momentum of sliding down.

Looking at the governor wailing at his feet, the strong man who pounced on him knew that he could kill him!

In his hearty laughter, the strong man raised his sword and was about to behead the governor.

But his raised blade stopped in mid-air.

It's not that he didn't want to chop it down, but that he couldn't chop it down.

In the countless smoke and dust, many gladiators had stopped cautiously.

Turned to look at the person standing behind the strong man and the governor with great vigilance.

That was a demigod!

And it's probably a sequence three saint!

The governor's guardian.

General Gary didn't, because one was a consul sent to a place and the other was a powerful general in the army.

The existence of the other also represents the root of slavery - extraordinary power.

For demigods, no matter how many mortals there are, they can't kill each other.

Because they are beyond the limits of mortals.

But none of the gladiators are afraid.

They are all eager to try.

Looking at the fearless gladiators and the screams of the dignitaries behind them.

The demigod did not move at all.

This made the governor extremely dissatisfied and shouted:

"Kill them, kill them! Do you want to betray the emperor?! You want to betray Augustus"

As he spoke, the governor twitched at the corners of his mouth and stopped talking.

Everything in Rome comes from Augustus.

Facing the thirteen-year uprising, they have plenty of reasons to suppress everything.

But facing the real Augustus, they have no place to stand.

He also wanted to deny Moen's identity, but he couldn't speak.

Because he and everyone knew that it was true.

After a moment, the governor could only say:

"Take me away, take me away! Don't worry about the others, just take me away!"

The demigod remained silent, because in the diffuse smoke and dust.

He saw Augustus walking towards him.

That was just a mortal.

A mortal without a doubt.

Whether it was three eras ago or now.

Augustus was just a mortal. As a demigod close to an angel, he had plenty of ways to crush a mortal.

But, but, the sense of oppression was so great!

He was obviously a mortal, but he could bring him almost god-like pressure and shock.

Especially when Augustus walked out of the smoke and dust and stood in front of him.

The other party didn't say anything, but just looked at him with great majesty.

After a brief eye contact, the Lord of the World finally said to the demigod, who didn't even notice that his legs were shaking:

"Go back and tell them, just say it."

"Rome, I'm back!"

The demigod instantly fled as if he had been pardoned.

The strong man raised a sharp blade and beheaded the governor in an instant.

In front of the returning Augustus, the extraordinary and the power were all defeated.